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Request from @maryland03: Can you do a Deadpool soulmate Au story where fluffy and cute, but kinda smutty because you know it’s Deadpool. Can the soulmate Au be where person A has a funny/random saying tattoo of what person B says to them and person A is slightly triggered because of what they’ve had tattooed on them there entire life, and it’s something like “Fuck! My chimichanga!” Idk thanks tho.

A/N: I’m slightly mad that I didn’t think of this first lol. I changed the request a bit to have it make more sense, so now anything your soulmate has said or will say can be tattooed on you. I hope you enjoy! Feedback is always appreciated❤️ (Also I tried to make this as gender neutral as I could!)

Warnings: Cursing, fighting, etc.

"This is my mission Wade not yours, beat it.", You told the red and black sextoy lookalike.

"Awe- come on, we can tag team it. Pleaseeee."

"Ugh fine.", You said looking for the best way to enter the hotel.

You were definitely about to fuck up someone's night.

The plan was that you would go inside and take an elevator to this assholes floor and he would climb down the side of the hotel till he got to the man’s balcony.

It was a fine plan until one of the men automatically recognized you.

You had to start shooting- and you hadn't even made it to the elevator yet.

When you finally made it there you shut the door on one of the men's fingers and you let Wade know you were on your way up.

But what he said to you afterward was something you had seen a million times emblazoned on your own skin.

"Then it's time to make the Chimi Fucking Changas."

It was a just sentence, but it made all the difference to you.

You remembered back to your 18th birthday, the day that you were supposed to get your mark, the mark that would be on you forever.

Your best friend's Mark had been an 'I love you', and you definitely weren't hoping for anything that generic- but what you got was to say the least, pissing you the fuck off.

Really! Who the fuck would say something like, "Then it's time to make the Chimi Fucking Changas."

You were angry, so you covered your soulmate mark up with makeup and told everyone you didn't have one.

And that was perfectly fine- until now.

You took a deep breath and continued to finish the mission. That’s all that mattered right?

You walked down the hall looking for the hotel room number 567D. “564D, 565D, 566D, aha! 567D.”

You kicked the door open with your foot and walked in, finding that it was empty other than the few bodies Wade had stacked in the closet.

“Now what?”, He asked you.

“We wait.”, You said.

He grumbled, patience was not his strong suit.

You waited for what felt like hours.

The tension in the room could have been cut with a butter knife at this point.

But just when you were about to suggest setting up a bomb- the man walked into the room with 3 other men.

Deadpool told you to go after the man you were supposed to kill and that he would take care of the other three.

So that’s exactly what you did. You ran after the man and leaped onto his back, which knocked him off balance sending him tumbling to the ground.

You grabbed your gun and shot him in the back of the head twice for good measure.

“Ooo sexy.”, Deadpool said clapping his hands.

You didn’t laugh- you just walked past him going straight to the elevator.

You were ready to go home.

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When you got back to the mansion, you went straight to your room and started crying. You never thought that you’d find your soulmate, and guess what? Your soulmate is fucking Deadpool what if he doesn’t want you?

‘Well than that’s a risk you’d have to take’, You thought as you walked down the hallway to his room. You knocked on the door and he told you to just come in. However, when you walked inside and didn’t see him you thought about just leaving, but finally the man of the hour stepped into your view.

“Hey what do you need?”, He asked you sitting on his bed.

“Just come with me.”, You replied walking into his bathroom, he followed behind you.

“Remember how I told everyone I don’t have a soulmate mark?”, He nodded so you continued, “Well actually I do.”

He looked at you confused as you turned on the tap and scrubbed your arm with water. But as the makeup faded away and he could see what was written he finally understood.

“Oh shit- so that’s why you were so quiet after the mission.”

He embraced you in a hug from behind and laughed a bit. “You don’t understand how long I’ve waited for my soulmate.”, He said pulling up his sleeve, and showing you what was written there.

“I bet my soulmate has a tiny dick.”

“Wow! I actually remember saying that.”, You said laughing a bit.

“So we both suck in a good way?”, You asked him.

“Yup- We suck in a good way.”

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*Thanks for reading! Leave a Note or Reblog if you Enjoyed it* ~Rose❤️

Also, I didn’t know which of you would like to be tagged in Deadpool’s character. So, I just tagged everyone. If you don’t want to be tagged for him let me know:)

I pointed my gun at the man in the red suit, trying to hide my curiosity about him. Who the hell was he? And what was he doing? And why was he so… weird?

When he saw my weapon, the guy cringed and tensed his shoulders, shrinking over himself a little.

That took me by surprise and I lowered my gun a little.

“I’m bulletproof…” He spoke, his voice slightly muffled by the mask. “But please, don’t shoot me”

“What?”

“It still fucking hurts!”

“No” I shook my head, lowering my gun. “You’re bulletproof?”

“Yep” The man put his fists on his hips proudly.

“Who the hell are you?”

“Deadpool, nice to meet ya” He offered a hand for me to shake. 

Again, it was so sweet of you to ask! <3 

Hahaha, awesome! Writing about Deadpool is always fun :)

I gasped for air, taking my time to recover. 

Wade and I were both lying in the ground, trying to catch our breaths back after yet another of those Deadpool adventures.

“We seriously need to start something different with our lives” I sighed once I felt like I could breathe again.

Wade nimbly stood to his feet and pulled me up easily.

“Let’s become stripers!!” He suggested with too much excitement.

“Dude” I smirked, punching my best frined in the shoulder. “You look like a burnt cabbage patch doll”

“Ouch” He dryly replied, crossing his arms sassily. “Don’t be afraid to speak your mind, Y/N”

I chuckled and brushed myself off, seeing as I was covered in dust and dirt.

“What would your stripper name be then?”

“Sweet Sugar-” 

“I don’t want to know” I interrupted him, holding my hands out in exasperation. “Don’t know why I asked” 

“You know I’d make the best fucking stripper” Wade bumped my shoulder as he began to walk.

Hello! So I don't really feel comfortable writing for self harm (I might include it in my rules to make it more clear), but maybe I can change it a little bit if you're okay with it? Like, the same thing but with Wade comforting a depressed reader or something of the like. Please, let me know!